Chapter Twenty-Four
Ivy
August 2023
Stirring in the middle of the night is not something I normally do, but since I’m getting bigger… It’s unavoidable.
The fact that Lola has her massive body pressed against mine, while Garfield is purring sweetly next to my ear doesn’t seem to help. Usually I wouldn’t mind, but right now… I just want to get comfortable. Shooing them out of bed, they find their own spots and fall back to sleep.
It doesn’t take me long to find a comfortable position that’ll have me drifting back off , but as soon as I close my eyes, I hear Abel’s voice.
“What do you mean it was broken into? By fucking who?” He shouts, sounding more pissed off with each second that passes by.
“Have the others meet us there, I’m on my fucking way.” He ends the call when I feel the bed shift under his weight. “Marrone Dolce?” He says when he turns and faces me.
“Abel, what’s wrong?”
“Something’s going on at one of my establishments, and I need to tend to it.”
“Okay, do you want me to go, I can have Cam come and get me.” Confusion settles on his handsome face.
“Go? Go where? I don’t want you to go anywhere, ever.” His voice sounds sincere. “I didn’t want you to leave then. That night, that night was a rough one for me. I’m not going to go into the gory details, but you made it all worth it.”
Staring into his face, searching for something that was there all along. I watch this rugged man bare his soul to me. He’s got me under his spell. I’ve been there since the night we hooked up. “Abel, I-” his phone rings again, cutting me off mid-sentence. He looks to me, asking for permission to answer. “Oh, no, go ahead. It could be important.”
Pressing a kiss to my lips, he answers the call on speaker. “What’s up, Knuckles?”
“He’s here, and he’s asking for you.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll be there when I’m there.” I say, not giving a shit if he can hear me or not.
“Abel, you need to get here… Now!” Santiago yells.
“You should definitely go.” I say, turning away from him.
“I promise, I’ll be back before you know it. Get some rest.” He helps tuck me back in, kissing me on the forehead before he walks out the door.
Any other time, I’d go exploring, but since I stay a little on the tired side these days, I let sleep take me when I feel Lola and Garfield come snuggle up beside me. What better way to drift off to sleep?
I'm on cloud nine, dreaming of my favorite person who teaches the less fortunate how to strut their shit in heels, when I hear shouting. Fully opening my eyes and sitting up, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stretch. “Oh, I needed that rest.” As my feet touch the floor, more shouting followed by the sound of something smashing to the ground.
Now, I’m not nosey, but I wanna know what’s going on. So, I get up and let my feet guide me downstairs toward the voices.
“I don’t give a fuck who they are! They aren’t gonna get away with this, and I’ll fucking kill them all if I have to.” Abel sounds.
“Calmati, amico mio.” Someone says something in Italian, and I have no idea what it means, but that’s not what has me shook… It’s that voice.
“Don’t tell me to calm down, and we are far from friends. We’re business associates.”
Business associates?
I listen more because there’s no way my ears are hearing correctly.
“All I’m saying is that we can use this to benefit us. Counterfeit money isn’t a bad enterprise to take on. Money washing is a tale as old as time and an easy way to generate more revenue.” That’s it. I come around the corner, at a snail’s pace mind you, making myself known.
“Santiago? What the ever loving fuck are you doing here?” I ask while Abel looks in between the two of us. I bet I’m a sight to see.
Angry, short, black woman with her hand on her hip, ready to chew someone out or whip their ass.
I meet his puzzled stare when he asks, “Am I missing something? Ivy, how do you know him?”
Folding my arms across my tits, resting them on my stomach, I turn to the man in question, and say, “He’s my sperm donor.” I snarl, like literally snarl at him, and he has the nerve to scoff. “So, why are you here?”
“You’re pregnant? And for this bastardo?” He yells. “Abel, ti ucciderò.” He lunges for Abel, wrapping his hands around his neck, but Abel quickly shakes him off.
“Hold the fuck up, why are you mad that I knocked her up if she isn’t your daughter like you say?”
He doesn’t even blink an eye. “She isn’t my daughter. I don’t know what came over me.” How can he still say that shit with a straight fucking face and have no remorse?
“Are you fucking kidding me, Santiago?” Abel yells again, really looking at me, then Santiago. “You look just the fuck alike with the exception of her skin color.” Abel yells, coming to stand beside me.
“Yes, she got that from her mother.” Santiago lets that slip past his lying lips, casting a wayward glance in my direction. “I never meant to hurt you, il mio Cile.” Reaching out, he tries to touch me, but I move out of his reach.
“Wait a minute, I thought you said your daughter died from a drug overdose?” Abel asks, stepping in between me and my dad.
“One has to do whatever it takes to get the job done. I merely needed to say something that would get you on board with what I had in mind.” He smirks.
“You really are a piece of shit, aren’t you? Maybe it’s a good thing you walked out when you did, otherwise I would have turned out just like you.” I can’t stand to hear anymore of his shit and walk out, making a beeline for the stairs.
I’m gonna go hide out while they finish whatever business they had going on before I interrupted, because it doesn’t concern me.
The nerve of him, saying he never meant to hurt me. “Then why did you?” I yell. I’m not sure what he thought would happen by him saying those words, because they mean nothing to me now.
Flicking on the tv, I find something on Netflix to watch until it’s soon watching me.
The sun beams down on my face as a delicious ache builds between my legs. This is the best way to wake up after that fiasco that happened yesterday. “Open up and let me in.” Abel whispers as his breath fans across my inner thigh. “I want to taste my Marrone Dolce.”
“Abel.” I moan as his lips travel closer and closer to my center. “When you speak to me in Italian, it drives me wild.”
“Farò tutto il necessario per mantenerti selvaggio per me.” He says, and I have no idea what it means.
“Please, you have to tell me what you’re saying.”
“I said, I’d do anything to keep you happy.” He mumbles against my thigh.
“Don’t ever leave me or make me feel like I’m not worth it.” Instead of telling me that he could never, would never do that… He shows me.
Those large, rough hands touch and caress every inch of my body, burning my skin in his wake.
Every kiss begins with his lips, every touch with his fingertips, but it all ends with multiple orgasms.
Each time he enters me, something new awakens.
I’m learning new things about myself that only he can teach me. “Abel.” I moan, desperately needing more.
“Mi sto innamorando di te, Marrone Dolce.” His strokes deepen, becoming more demanding. I widen my legs, ready to take whatever he’s offering.
“What are you saying now?”
“Later. Right now, I want you to come for me. Can you do that, Marrone Dolce?”
Can I?
I’ve never done it on demand before in my life, but yet I find myself saying, “Yes.”
“That’s what I like to hear, you’re being a good girl for me.” He says, making it hard not to come for him until he says. “Oh yes, just like that, baby. Milk this cock for all it’s worth because it’s yours.”
“Oh, God.” Sighing, I tighten my pussy, squeezing his cock as those delicious barbells caress my walls, and feel him sink in deeper.
“Now, Marrone Dolce, come for me now.” He grunts with each stroke, hitting my spot over and over again, until I’m coming undone around him.
“Abel.”
“Don’t stop.” He coaxes me, and I don’t.
Not until I’m on the verge of passing out. “Abel.” I sigh. “That was fucking amazing.”
“It was better than our first time.” He chuckles, carefully moving off me, flopping down in bed beside me.
“How many other women have there been since me?” For once in my life, it feels good to ask such a bold question and not be so scared waiting to hear the answer.
“None. Not a single one, and that’s not like me at all.” A sheepish grin appears as I blush, looking away from him. “It’s because of you that I haven’t been able to fuck anyone else.” I feel his fingertips grace the edge of my chin, lifting so that I’m looking at him, loving what I’m seeing there. “I think about you all the time. For the first few weeks, I wondered what I could have done to make you leave. But it wasn’t me, it was that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of yours. He better fucking hope I never come face to face with him because he’s a dead man.”
“Don’t say things like that, Abel, it makes me feel so loved that you’d actually talk about killing for me.”
“You are loved, that’s exactly why I’d kill him for hurting you.” Well fuck me Fredster. “You look so cute when you blush like that.”
“It’s your fault.” I gush.
“So, what do you want to do today?” He asks, and I’m not sure what I wanna do.
“Um, I don’t know.” Pregnancy brain is real, and I almost forgot about the art gallery showing tonight. “I forgot, I have an art showing at seven o’clock, but I’m free until then.”
“Will you tell me about it?”
We talk for hours, getting to know each other even more. Turns out, he likes looking at art just as much as I like to create it. He even promised to bring me to his favorite art gallery here in New York.
He’s been a doctor for the past eight years and the President of his motorcycle club for the past two.
“I never wanted to be the President, but then Clive was killed, and I had to step up for my family.” He says, looking out the window. “His wife, Goldie, hasn’t been the same since. I feel like she’s dying a slow death. She refuses to carry on in a world where Clive is no longer a part of.”
I can tell it hurts him to talk about. I offer him the only comfort I know, pulling him in for a hug and laying my head on his shoulder.
I just, be there for him.
“Sorry doesn’t mean anything, but I still am. I feel for you and for Goldie. Clive touched a lot of people's lives.” He silently nods his head, agreeing with me. “I can’t imagine what you’re going through, and it seems like I’ve added more fuel to your burning embers.”
“Marrone Dolce, you are the reason life is not so hard now. My ex-fiance left me at the altar on what was supposed to be our wedding day.” I gasp. “I hated her, wanted her dead, even fell off the wagon and didn’t care whether I lived or died. There was no drug or woman I didn’t touch in order to dull the pain. But then you came along. My damsel in disguise who could handle her own on any given day. My tough, little cookie. My Marrone Dolce.”
Pressing a kiss to my lips, he continues, “Come on, I have a sudden urge to pamper my girls.”
We spend the rest of the day out and about.
True to his word, he wined (non-alcoholic of course) and dined, pampered, and fucked me until it was time for my showing.
“Don’t get too comfortable, everyday is going to be like this. You’ll never have to work unless you want to. I know I said we’d take it slow, but I want you and the baby here with me… Where you belong.” He says, entering every delicious inch of himself inside of me.
“Abel.” I choke out on the verge of tears.
“No, don’t say anything, think about it and let me fill you up with something that will make the decision much easier for you.”
He’s right, this will make it easier.
When he says things like this while he’s deep inside me, I can’t help but agree to it. Of course, I’ll have to tell Cam and Travis all about it because I include them in everything.
“Fuck me, Abel.” I beg, and he delivers.
Caressing the right spots over and over until I’m coming around his cock.
“That’s right, Marrone Dolce, come for me.” I do. “I want to feel you milk my cock, because it’s all for you.”
“Abel!” I shout, coming again.
“I love hearing you scream my name. I want to hear it every single night, from your lips.” He grunts, letting his own release out. “God, I love you.”
I drift off to sleep as a sweet melody plays where I think I heard Abel say he loves me.